Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

"They were lovers years ago, before Kane's family died. Isabella thought she would be Luna. Then everything happened and Kane shut everyone out, including her. But apparently she still thinks she has a claim on him." I sat down on the bed because my legs felt unsteady. "Why is she here?" "Pack business, supposedly. But I saw the way she looked at him." Gloria pulled out another dress, this one a soft cream color with elegant lines. "She is here to remind Kane what he is missing." I thought about what Gloria had taught me. About seduction being a strategy, not desperation. About making Kane come to me instead of chasing him. But how could I compete with a woman who had actual history with him

Both my mom and Amelia looked at me, their eyes filled with concern. I smiled and reassured them, "It's all over now." The file Hayden gave to the two of them contained evidence that Isabella had contracted an STD abroad due to her improper behavior over the years. Now, as Christopher looked at Isabella, disgust churned in his gut. The delicate flower he had once thought she was turned out to be a vicious carnivorous plant. Not only had she betrayed him, but she had also secretly sold Lewis Group's business secrets to the competition.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

Gabriel forced the word out. "I'll send you the location. You have one hour. Come alone, or Gloria dies. Come armed, and Gloria dies. Bring anyone with you, and Gloria dies. Are we clear?" "Crystal." Gabriel gritted out, feeling terribly humiliated. He had lost this. He had lost woefully. The call ended. A text came through immediately. Coordinates to the location where Isaiah was. Gabriel stared at the coordinates, his mind racing. He could run. Leave Gloria to her fate, disappear, land start over somewhere Isaiah couldn't find him.

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"

Isabel froze, her hand still on the door, confusion and shock flickering across her face. Valentina tilted her head, all effortless charm. “Hello again, Isabel. I hope you don’t mind the surprise.” My pulse quickened. Then she nudged her suitcase forward. “So… where should I put my things?” Isabelle turned to me. The hurt in her eyes shattered into something far more dangerous. “ Isa, I was about to tell you-” She didn’t even let me finish. She stormed upstairs. I glared at Valentina, rage written all over my face, then followed Isabelle upstairs

“But AI cannot imitate the unique digital trail from the satellite phone you used. The phone is registered under the Montgomery Trust name. And guess what else, Isabella? When you downloaded my ‘Honey Pot’ data, you also gave me access to unlock hidden folders on your phone.” Liora pressed another button on her tablet. The large screen shifted, displaying a series of Isabella’s personal photos and documents. “Let’s see what this ‘Perfect Bride’ has been hiding,” Liora said in a sweet yet deadly tone. The first photo appeared: Isabella at a wild party in Ibiza, consuming illegal substances with several men known as money-laundering mafia from Eastern Europe.

Women like me were never truly loved… at least, not the way we deserved. A sharp, impatient knock jolted through the room, the kind that made your chest tighten. Before I could summon the strength to say, "Come in," the door flew open. Isabella filled the doorway like she owned it, her lips curling into a smug, feline smile. Her eyes glittered with triumph, she was more than satisfied; she was gloating. “What made you think Kaelan would ever choose a worthless omega over me?” She purred, winding a glossy strand of hair around her finger as if she had all the time in the world to savor my humiliation.

Hole Six: Standing up, one man holding her thighs while another fucked her, her back against a tree. Hole Seven: On the putting green, Isabella straddling someone on the ground while another fucked her ass from behind (double penetration on the golf course). Hole Eight: Inside the clubhouse bathroom, multiple positions. bent over the sink, sitting on the counter, on the floor. Hole Nine: Back on the green near the lodge, all four taking her together one final time....David in her pussy, Richard in her ass, Thomas in her mouth, Michael stroking himself and coming on her face when he finished.

"Ms. Gloria Lynch, Mr. Arnold Sullivan, you're under arrest on suspicion of large-scale fraud, money laundering, and aggravated assault. You'll need to come with us." In the next instant, handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the once-untouchable couple. Mom didn't resist. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Daniel. Her eyes burned with a hatred so fierce that it seemed she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands. "Look into him! Investigate that monster! He's the one behind all of this!"